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("I shall not be greatly moved.")

In the middle of my Homeward journey,

Though giant boulders set out to block my way,

"You'll never get past - I'm bigger than you,"

Are the threatening words I hear the enemy say.

For a moment or a day, I may cower

When the relentless enemy I face,

But then I wait on the Rock higher than I, hearing

"I'll bring you out of this holding place."

He's my Shield from the hurling darts,

My Covering in the torrential rain;

My Strength in my pitiful weakness,

My Healer in life's ongoing pain.

When I am stuck behind the boulder

I feel the time of my life is so wasted;

Yet, in the waiting, God is there with me,

I am unshaken, and His goodness is tasted.


"Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation. He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved." - Psalm 62:1-2

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